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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter 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?
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
The Litter,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.