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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.