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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.