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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
ABC,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Can,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.