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 Cameroon 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.