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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.