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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.