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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.