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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.