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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.