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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.