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 Chad 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.