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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.