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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.