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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.