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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.