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 Croatia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Human League,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.