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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
John Cale,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.