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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.