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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.