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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
June Days,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.