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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.