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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.