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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.