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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.