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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.