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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.