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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.