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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.