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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.