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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.