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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.