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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.