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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Index,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.