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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.