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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.