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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.