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 Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.