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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.