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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '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 Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.