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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.