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 Togo 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.