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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
MC5,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.