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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.