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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Oneida,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.