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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.