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 Micronesia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.