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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
David Bowie,
UT,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
10cc,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.