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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
AZ,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.