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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.