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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.