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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.