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 China 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Skriet,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.