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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Human League,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.