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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Monks,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.