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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.