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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.