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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.