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 Burundi 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.