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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.