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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.