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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.