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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.