Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.