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 Chad and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale 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?
Urselle,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.