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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs 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 techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.