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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.