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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.