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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.