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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.