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 Lesotho 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.