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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.