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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.