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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Magma,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.