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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Index,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.