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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.