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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Scientists,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.