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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.