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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.