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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.