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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Pole,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.