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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.