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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.