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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.