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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.