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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.