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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.