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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.