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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Index,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.