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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.