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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.