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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.