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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.