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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.