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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.