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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.