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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.