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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.