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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.