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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.