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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.