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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.