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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.