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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Urselle,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.