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 Oman 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.