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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
New Order,
DNA,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.