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 Italy 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.