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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
MDC,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.