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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.