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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.