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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.