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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.