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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
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.