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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.