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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.