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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.