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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.