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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.