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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.