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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.