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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.