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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.