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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Scientists,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.