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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Can,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.