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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Can,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.