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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.