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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Mars,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.