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 Croatia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.