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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.