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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.