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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.