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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Smog,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.