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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.