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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Crime,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.