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 Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.