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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.