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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.