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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.