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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Faust,
Rakim,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.