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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.