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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.