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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.