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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.