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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.