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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.