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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.