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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.