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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.