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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.