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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
MDC,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.