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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Wings,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.