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 Suriname 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
ABC,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Nico,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.