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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.