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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.