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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.