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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.