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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.