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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.