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 Libya 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.