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 United States 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.