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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.