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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
AZ,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.