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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.