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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.