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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Move,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.