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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
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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.