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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.