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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.