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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.