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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.