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 Singapore 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.