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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 Milan and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Wings,
The Zeros,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.