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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. 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.