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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.