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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.