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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.