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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.