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 Togo 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Can,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.