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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.