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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.