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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.