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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.