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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.