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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.