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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.