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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.