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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.