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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.