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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.