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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Visage,
PIL,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.