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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
John Holt,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.