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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.