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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.