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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.