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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.