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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Television,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.