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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
10cc,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.