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 Japan and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.