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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
X-102,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.