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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.