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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.