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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Gong,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.