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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.