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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.