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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.