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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.