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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.