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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Index,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.