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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.