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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.