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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.