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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.