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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.