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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.