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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nas to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Can,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.