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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.