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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.