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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.