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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.