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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.