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 Vietnam 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.