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 Romania 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.