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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.