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 Algeria 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Smog,
The Stooges,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.