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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.