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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.