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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.