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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
UT,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.