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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.