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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.