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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.