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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
the Swans,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.