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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Martian,
10cc,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.