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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.