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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.