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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.