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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.