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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Smog,
the Association,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
The Move,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.