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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
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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.