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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.