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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.