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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.