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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
CMW,
This Heat,
Brick,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.