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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Can,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.