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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Clear Light 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.