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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.