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 Palau and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.