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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.