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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.