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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
MC5,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.