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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.