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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.