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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.