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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.