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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.