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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.