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 Italy 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.