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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
The Names,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.