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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.