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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.