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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.