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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Television to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.