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 Dominica 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.