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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.