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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Nas,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.