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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.