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 Austria 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.