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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.