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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.