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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.