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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.