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 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.