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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.