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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.