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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.