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 Mongolia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
ABC,
The Doors,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.