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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.