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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.