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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
UT,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.