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 Albania 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.