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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.