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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.