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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.