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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
John Cale,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.