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 China and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.