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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.