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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Brick,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.