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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.