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 Slovenia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.