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 Mongolia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.