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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.