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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.