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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Visage,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.