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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Crime,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.