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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.