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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.