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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.