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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.