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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.