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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
New Order,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.