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 India and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.