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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Index,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.