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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
The Victims,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.