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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.