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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.