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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.