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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.