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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.