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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Inner City,
the Human League,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.