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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon 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?
Ludus,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.