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 Botswana 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Standells to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.