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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.