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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.