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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Mars,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.