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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.