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 Ecuador 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.