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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.