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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.