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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.