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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.