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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.