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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Can,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.