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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.