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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.