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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.