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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.