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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.