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 Slovenia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.