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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Fear,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.