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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
ABC,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.