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 Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.