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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.