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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.