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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.