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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.