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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.