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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.