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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Faust,
Nas,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.