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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.