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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
June Days,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.