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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.