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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.