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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.