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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.