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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.