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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.