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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
UT,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.