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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.