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 Toronto.
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 New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.