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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.