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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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.