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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Litter,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.