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 Brunei 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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.