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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
X-101,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.