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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.