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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.