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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.