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 Botswana 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.