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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.