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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.