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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.