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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 Bremen and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.