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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.