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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
DNA,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
The Fall,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.