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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.