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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Nico,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Television,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.