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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
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.