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 Argentina 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.