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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.