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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.