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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Magazine,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Japan,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
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.