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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.