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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.