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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
The Remains,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.