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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.