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 Guinea and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.