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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.