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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Scientists,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.