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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
June Days,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.