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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.