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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.