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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.