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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.