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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.