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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.