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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.