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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 EPMD to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
The Martian,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.