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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.