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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.