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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.