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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moody Blues to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.