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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.