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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.