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 France and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
K-Klass,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.