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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.