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 Cameroon 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.