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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
The Names,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.