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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.