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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 organ 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.