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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.