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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.