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 Spokane.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.