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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.