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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.