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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.