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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.