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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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Main Source,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.