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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.