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 Germany 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.