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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.