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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
PIL,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.