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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.