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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.