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 Canada and from London.
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 Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.