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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sheep to the disco 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.