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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Index,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.