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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.