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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.