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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.