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 Russia and from Manila.
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 New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.