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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.