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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.