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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.