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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.