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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.