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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.