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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Roxette,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.