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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.