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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
UT,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.