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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.