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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.