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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.