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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Victims,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.