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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.