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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.