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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.