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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.