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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.