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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.