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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.