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 Moldova 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.