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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.