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 Mauritania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.