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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.