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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.