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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.