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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.