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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
cv313,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.