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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.