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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.