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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.