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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.