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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.