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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.