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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Pole,
This Heat,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.