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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.