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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.