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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.