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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.