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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.