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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.