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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.