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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Crime,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.