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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.