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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.