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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.