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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.