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 Germany 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.