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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.