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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.