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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.