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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.