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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Television,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.