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 Haiti 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.