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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Organ,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.