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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.