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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.