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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Wire,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.