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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.