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 Albania and from Houston.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.