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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
the Association,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.