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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.