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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.