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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.