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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.