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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.