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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.