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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.