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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.