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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Scion,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.