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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.