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 Marshall Islands 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.