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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.