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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.