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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.