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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.