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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.