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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.