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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Smog,
Scion,
Darondo,
EPMD,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.