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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.