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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.