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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.