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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.