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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
The Move,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.