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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.