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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.