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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.