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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.