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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.