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 Kuwait 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.