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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Pole,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.