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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks 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 grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.